When you persist to a certain point, it becomes crazy.
For two consecutive months, it was like deep winter outside the Zuge Pavilion, with white snow flying everywhere. From a distance, it looked like a snow-white world.
However, in the ancestral pavilion, the two jade pendants were still suspended in mid-air, and Ye Chen was naked from the waist up, with streaks of white energy emerging around his body.
Holding the Qilin Sword firmly in his right hand, Ye Chen was able to move as easily as a normal person under the suppression of the two swords. At this moment, Ye Chen's mind was all focused on the Qilin Sword, as if he was standing next to the fire.
As if Qilin didn't exist, he raised his sword, drew his sword, and sheathed his sword. His smooth movements were reflected on Ye Chen. However, a few months ago, Ye Chen could hardly even draw his sword under the suppression of these two sword intentions.
It was extremely difficult. Huo Qilin, who was standing aside and watching, sighed repeatedly. At this moment, he truly realized the madness of Ye Chen's cultivation.
For two consecutive months, he spent almost all his rest time as cultivation. Ye Chen simply lived a life without distinction between day and night. Even though Ye Wushuang and others came to find him several times, Ye Chen retreated again after understanding the situation a little bit.
But despite this, with the help of countless resources, the Ye family is in a prosperous situation.
Ye Chen's craziness in cultivation seemed to be contagious among the Ye family's children, and countless Ye family's children also practiced day and night.
Tianwai Tower, the team composed of elite disciples of the Ye family that Ye Chen had placed great hope in, has now added two more Qi Martial Realm warriors. Therefore, the number of Ye family's Qi Martial Realm warriors has once again exceeded ten, although the number is still not as good as that of Ye
When Wen was in power, it was not even a fraction of what the Ye family was when it reached its peak, but everyone in the Ye family always believed that the Ye family would rise again.
There is always a figure deep in the hearts of everyone in the Ye family, and that thin figure is the hope in their hearts.
At this moment, the hope in the hearts of everyone in the Ye family was still waving their swords in the ancestral pavilion without sleep or food. It was not until night fell that Ye Chen stopped swinging his swords.
With his head covered in sweat, Ye Chen pointed his swords at the same time, looking at the two jade pendants with determined eyes, and pointed them out in Huo Qilin's helpless eyes.
The sharp sound of breaking wind resounded throughout the ancestral pavilion, and it stopped only when Ye Chen felt a wave of weakness all over his body. A trace of blood dripped down his fingertips. From this, we can see how much pressure Ye Chen was bearing all over his body at this moment.
The pain swept over him like a tide. Ye Chen's face turned pale, and he resolutely took several steps forward. When he reached the fourteenth step, Ye Chen's figure fell weakly onto the wall.
Panting heavily, Ye Chen stood up, immediately sat down and started practicing again.
This was the only moment where the effectiveness of cultivation was the best. Ye Chen did not miss any training time. A few moments later, Ye Chen stood up suddenly. The aura on his body was as fierce as ever. He closed his eyes tightly and stepped forward with his right foot.
After a few steps, his figure was swaying in the ancestral pavilion like a breeze. At this moment, Ye Chen was already in the mysterious feeling of the Wind Transformation Art.
It wasn't until the first ray of light in the morning fell on the vast white snow that Ye Chen slowly stopped, raised his head, and murmured softly: "Is it another day?"
After saying that, Ye Chen held the Qilin Sword again and still performed the boring action of drawing out and retracting the sword. Despite this, Ye Chen did not feel irritated at all.
Even though it felt like he was alone in his own world for several months, Ye Chen's state of mind never changed, because he always believed that a master is made of countless loneliness.
If you can't bear the loneliness and irritability during cultivation, then don't be a master, and don't fantasize about being a strong person.
After stabbing hundreds of swords, Ye Chen suddenly sheathed his sword and looked at the two jade pendants with confused eyes. The two sword intents were like mountains pressing on his heart.
After a few breaths, Ye Chen suddenly turned around and jumped out of the ancestral pavilion under Huo Qilin's surprised gaze. At this moment, the area around the ancestral pavilion was completely white and there was not a single person in sight.
The snowflakes in the sky were still turning into ice flakes and falling powerlessly, making a ticking sound. The snowflakes fell across Ye Chen's handsome face. The coldness of the snowflakes did not affect Ye Chen at all. Suddenly, Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the endless void.
Showing a hint of confusion, Ye Chen just stood quietly, letting the snowflakes fill his hair.
In the void, endless snowflakes were floating in the wind, some falling lightly to the ground, while others were swept up to the sky by the cold wind, drifting to no one knows where.
Someone once said that this snow will be born in the endless sky and die on the vast earth. However, in the process of falling, the same is true for snow and so is people.
Which of the snowflakes falling all over the sky have the same trajectory? What I once knew was buried in the depths of memory, but at this moment, it revived in Ye Chen's heart.
"Spiritual? I understood it a long time ago. How long ago? Remember Ye Wen was not dead at that time!" Ye Chen murmured softly, with a trace of abnormality flashing in his eyes, and the sword in his hand quickly crossed a flower.
The movements of the sword flower were extremely smooth, but Ye Chen seemed to feel something, and kept repeating the previous movements, the sword kept thrusting forward, his eyes slowly closed, and the picture of the flying snow appeared in his mind.
, and his sword kept stabbing at the two flying snows, but the flying snows were always picked up by the cold wind, and beads of sweat appeared on his face, slowly dripping down his cheeks, turning into particles.
Ice particles smashed to the ground.
"Ding, ding, ding," the sound of ice particles hitting the ground sounded, and a flash of light flashed in Ye Chen's mind. Memories swept over him like a tide. The scene of the mysterious man with thousands of swords appeared in Ye Chen's mind again, and he couldn't get rid of it.
, Can't be wiped off, , The whole body is full of murderous aura, the speed of Ye Chen's sword in his hand suddenly slows down, there is no fierce feeling just now, there is a trace of unrestrained color, the Qilin sword is as light as a feather and has no weight, and it rolls around at will
As he looked at the picture in his mind, the sword was slowly thrust out, and countless snowflakes seemed to hit the tip of the sword. His eyes slowly opened, and there was a smile on his face.
At this moment, the figure of Fire Qilin also emerged from outside the ancestral pavilion. Looking at Ye Chen on the snow, a trace of surprise and complexity appeared in his eyes.
With a slight jump, Ye Chen jumped up from the ground, gently stroking the sword body of the Qilin Sword with his left hand, with a trace of pity in his eyes, and said to himself: "It is said that the sword god alone seeks defeat, and walks the world with one man and one sword.
The desire was defeated but failed, the hero bowed his head, the sword was in the air, so he had to look up to the sky and roar to bury the sword, accompanied by the divine eagle for the rest of his life. I have fully realized that the universe is in the sword; I can only say that I am lonely and helpless; joy comes and sorrow comes, and sadness is sad
Huai. In the end, it is harder to defeat than to go to the sky. I turn sideways and look to the west for consultation! His sword intention is Dugu, and what is my sword intention?"
He raised his head slightly and looked at the endless void. The two sword intentions coming from the jade pendant always surrounded Ye Chen's heart. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes. The sword intention of the second generation represented the tyranny of no one else in the world. The fourth generation's sword intention represents the killing of all the people, but what does his own sword intention represent? Killing? Like the fourth generation, kill all the people! Is it overbearing? To dominate the world like the second generation, no , that is definitely not the intention of my sword. My sword does not seek to be proud of the nine heavens, nor does it pursue the ultimate in sentimentality. My sword only pursues the ultimate in killing, killing those who I must kill.
Stretching out his left hand to hold the falling snowflakes, Ye Chen said softly: "In the realm of me, I observe things with me, and all the old things have my color; in the realm of selflessness, I observe things with things, so I don't know what they are." Me, what is a thing?"
"Soldiers have no permanent power, water has no permanent shape; the mastery of application lies in one mind. Look for flaws in thousands of moves, and see loopholes in all kinds of martial arts. There are moves to defeat with no moves, and the state of self is heavy on moves, and there is no self. "Jiuzong application" Ye Chen thought hard for a while before speaking slowly. Ye Chen's eyes became firmer and firmer. The two sword intentions still surrounded Ye Chen's heart, but at this moment he didn't care anymore and said proudly. : "With a sword in hand, why should I look for my ancestors? I have no self, I have myself, I am myself, and I forget myself." The momentum of the whole body is strong, like a sharp sword unsheathed, with its sharp edge exposed.
The snowflakes floating in the air became even bigger. Ye Chen made slight gestures and started to perform basic sword skills. This set of sword skills was not even close to the advanced level of Huang rank.
However, Ye Chen was immersed in it. He didn't do it deliberately as usual, but just did it casually. When he felt the sword, his figure danced like a butterfly in the falling snow. His sword moves became more smooth, and he used them more smoothly. Freely, without a hint of reluctance, a trace of elegant temperament gradually appeared on Ye Chen's body. Everything was so natural. The swordsmanship gradually blended into the surrounding environment, and the sword moves in his hand began to change quietly. Bursts of sound of breaking through the air resounded around the sword, and the sword energy was tumbling around in the center of the sword body.
The sword kept beating according to a certain pattern with Ye Chen's undulating footsteps. It was so flexible that people felt incredible, as if the Qilin Sword had become a part of Ye Chen's body.
At this moment, Ye Chen actually felt the joyful fluctuations of the Qilin Sword. At this moment, he seemed to feel the emotions of all things.
Sometimes Ye Chen's figure is like a lonely boat in the sea, constantly swaying, as if it will be blown over by a gust of wind at any time, but sometimes Ye Chen's figure is as steady as a mountain, with sword shadows flying on the snow, and the fire unicorn. Standing there and watching so quietly, Ye Chen's long black hair was like a willow tree in spring, exuding a unique charm, while his casual sword revealed endless chicness and elegance.
Killing intent permeated the air! Ye Chen's eyes were extremely sharp, and at the same time his sword became extremely fierce, just like the calm before the storm, it would be over if it didn't come.
The casual sword still showed endless coolness, even if it was a murderous sword, Fire Qilin had to sigh!
There were bursts of sword wind, and the snowflakes were shattered in the blink of an eye. Ye Chen's figure also became extremely fast. Countless sword skills were unleashed in Ye Chen's hands, including Xuan-level sword skills, but more were Huang-level sword skills. If there are any elders who are familiar with the martial arts in the Library Pavilion again, they will be shocked and speechless. Almost all the sword skills in the Library Pavilion have been passed through Ye Chen's hands.
The cold wind was still roaring. Huo Qilin looked at the figure and sighed softly, and murmured softly: "I'm still on that road! Have you forgotten yourself?"
The cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit Ye Chen's face, and Ye Chen stopped and looked at the huge ancestral pavilion with confusion in his eyes.
If I don’t pursue the extreme of emotionalism, if I don’t pursue the hegemony of self-centeredness, I will forget myself...